Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.